1 My God, deliver me from thosethat are mine enemies;And do thou me defend from thosethat up against me rise.
2 Do thou deliver me from themthat work iniquity;And give me safety from the menof bloody cruelty.
3 For, lo, they for my soul lay wait:the mighty do combineAgainst me, Lord; not for my fault,nor any sin of mine.
4 They run, and, without fault in me,themselves do ready make:Awake to meet me with thy help;and do thou notice take.
5 Awake therefore, Lord God of hosts,thou God of Israel,To visit heathen all: spare nonethat wickedly rebel.
6 At ev'ning they go to and fro;they make great noise and sound,Like to a dog, and often walkabout the city round.
7 Behold, they belch out with their mouth,and in their lips are swords:For they do say thus, Who is hethat now doth hear our words?
8 But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them,and all the heathen mock.
9 While he's in pow'r I'll wait on thee;for God is my high rock.
10 He of my mercy that is Godbetimes shall me prevent;Upon mine en'mies God shall letme see mine heart's content.
11 Them slay not, lest my folk forget;but scatter them abroadBy thy strong pow'r; and bring them down,O thou our shield and God.
12 For their mouth's sin, and for the wordsthat from their lips do fly,Let them be taken in their pride;because they curse and lie.
13 In wrath consume them, them consume,that so they may not be:And that in Jacob God doth ruleto th' earth's ends let them see.
14 At ev'ning let thou them return,making great noise and sound,Like to a dog, and often walkabout the city round.
15 And let them wander up and down,in seeking food to eat;And let them grudge when they shall notbe satisfy'd with meat.
16 But of thy pow'r I'll sing aloud;at morn thy mercy praise:For thou to me my refuge wast,and tow'r, in troublous days.
17 O God, thou art my strength, I willsing praises unto thee;For God is my defence, a Godof mercy unto me.